Oblivious

Stone silent saint,

Speaking not a word.

Unbroken unmoving restraint,

Leaves every stone unturned.

A lone knight stands still,

Atop his crescent hill.

The only defence from confrontation,

Common way war is won.

The forest sways with the wind,

Playing their silent symphony.

Yet fire crackles and burns,

Their music surpassing the few.

The walls and unmoving,

Falling, crumbling.

More damage caused,

That selfish shielded.